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They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn’t hold with such nonsense. Mr Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large moustache. Mrs Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbours. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere. The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would. discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. 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Aes Pinom sinoqusiou ayn iy yUIYI 07 parappnys sXajsing ay], “aq 02 IIqIssod sem 41 Se YstAajsinqun se a9 puegsny Suryz0U-10j-poo8 s9y pue JaxsIS ay asneraq ‘iaysis & aAky 1.UpIP ays papuaraid A2jsing SIA '39e} Ur ‘sieak jerdAas 10j you yUpeY A2y2 Ing ‘WOISIs NOLS S¢aHdOSOUHd JH.L CNY Y4LLOd AIVHTHE BOY WHO LIVED on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive — no, looking at the sign; cats couldn’: read maps or signs. Mr Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove towards town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day. But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn’: help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks. Mr Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes — the get-ups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald- green cloak! The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt — these people were obviously collecting for something ... yes, that would be The traffic moved on, and a few minutes later, Mr Dursley arrived in the Grunnings car park, his mind back on drills. Mr Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. 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Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry. He'd never even seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold. There was no point in worrying Mrs Dursley, she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn't blame her — if be'd had a sister like that ... but all the same, those people in cloaks He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon, and when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door. ‘Sorry,’ he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was a few seconds before Mr Dursley realised that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passers-by stare: ‘Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day! And the old man hugged Mr Dursley around the middle and walked off. Mr Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination.2 ‘Kepor A[ppo Bunoe usaq aaey yey} s]Mo ay A[uO JOU S31 Ng ‘JeYI MOge MoUy 3UOp J, ‘UBUAYIOM ay les ,'PIT. ‘|]2A\, cul ‘2YB1UOI s[MO Jo sIaMOYS a10Ur AUR aq 0} BUIOD YOYyIIM YI YIM uYyND>)\j Wf 0} 19A0 ‘MOU Puy “snoLaIsAuL SOP, “ULE e J[2swry poMoyje sapear smau ayy -wioned Buidao[s s1943 pasuey> 07 aU UF WoOI-BuIAT] ay2 OUT UBM 9Y ‘pag 0 and usaq pey Aalpng wayyy “<[JeusoU 39e 03 PoE Aajsing sy ‘(\3,42qS,) prom mou 2 yuze9] pey Aapnq Moy pue JaqyBnep J9Y YIM suta]qGoud 5,100] IxANY SUVA] INOGE [fe 49u P103 2Yg “ep jewuoU ‘sor e pey pey Aa|sunq sayy ‘ag1M sty 07 SurpAUe VONUaW Oo} 30U peuTLZDIOp JaA0 []AS sem apy ‘asnoy ay} oy! jjasuny 32] ay ‘JaYyI2801 jjosuYy IInd oy BurAuy “pasapuom Aajsinqq spy ‘InoAeyag ye> jeULOU SHY? Se/R\ "YOO] Wiays B UITY DAeB ysnf 9] “@AOW 3,UpIp 39 JY, “Aypnoy Aajsing ap pies jooys, “sao $y] punose s8uppeur suzes ay3 pey 1 ‘avo aures ayy sem a1 ams sem a] “|EM apie siy uo Sunais Mou sem] “‘Surusow ey parz0ds pay 39 Aqgea ay sem — poour sty asoadunt yuprp 11 pue — mes ay Sun) ysiy 243 ‘Noy J9quinU jo AeMaAIP ay3 OU! paynd ay sy ANOLS SYIHdOSOTIMd IHL ONY YaLLOd AWUVHTHE BOY WHO LIVED Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early — it's not until next week, folks! But | can promise a wet night tonight.’ Mr Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters . Mrs Dursley came into the living-room carrying two cups of tea. [t was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. ‘Er — Petunia, dear — you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you?’ As he had expected, Mrs Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn’t have a sister. ‘No; she said sharply. ‘Why?’ ‘Funny stuff on the news,’ Mr Dursley mumbled. ‘Owls ... shooting stars ... and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today ...’ ‘Sor snapped Mrs Dursley. ‘Well, | just thought ... maybe ... it was something to do with ... you know ... ber lot.’ Mrs Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name ‘Potter. He decided he didn't dare. Instead he said, as casually as he could, ‘Their son — he'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't he?’ “I‘y2ans 3xOU oY} UT PoUTWe|s JOOP Jed e DY JVAINb se yonU OS 3UPIP 3] “SAL IALLg JO JoUIOD sey ayy UO ABUryUNGuN Ppaxy sofa sit ‘anpeys & se [fs se Burs sem 3] “ssourdaays JO UIs OU BuIMoYs sem apisino [Jem 243 UO 32> ayy Ing ‘daajs Aseoun ue oyu! Sunjup uaaq aaey 3y81u Aa[sinq spy “sem ay Suoum A19A MOL “+ magy aye 1,up]nod 4] ‘JoA0 pauiny pur paumed ap] ‘UO Sulo$ aq 1y81w ey) BumypAUe ur dn paxiwy 198 pjnod elumag pue 24 Moy 29s 3,uUPnoD oF “ pury lay pue wo) ynoge yy8noy) elumag pue oy IYyM 1124 A190 mauy sisog ay], “Aa]SNG SIP pue WHY ZeoU 2WI0> 0} Way? Jo} UOSea OU sem aidt} ‘PanfoauT asm sian0g >) JL uaa 1eU) sem dagyse [Jay 24 B40J9q YSNOYY SuNIO;WIOD ‘35e] SHY “Purr sty ur s9A0 [ye a1 ButUINy ‘oyeme Avy kajsinqq spy ang, Apypinb daajse |]9y Aajsinq sipy “pag oat 108 sAaysing ayy 31.4e9q pjnod ay yUIYA 3,upIp ay ‘]Jam — Jo sled e 0} parejar auam Ady2 IYI NO 308 4! 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He was tall, thin and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak which swept the ground and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore. Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realise that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realise he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, ‘I should have known.’ He had found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again — the next lamp flickered into darkness. 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Shooting stars down in Kent - I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense.’ ‘You can't blame them,’ said Dumbledore gently. ‘We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years.’ ‘| know that,’ said Professor McGonagall irritably. ‘But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumours.’ She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on: ‘A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. | suppose he really bas gone, Dumbledore?’ ‘It certainly seems so,' said Dumbledore. ‘We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a sherbet lemon?’ ‘A what? ‘A sherbet lemon. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of.’ ‘No, thank you,’ said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn’t think this was the moment for sherbet lemons. ‘As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone —' 'My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this “You-Know-Who” non- sense — for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort.’ Professor McGona- gall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two sherbet lemons, seemed not to notice. ‘It all gets so confusing ita “padsed [JeBeu0p>yy 10ssajog “peay siy pamoq asopajquinq | poop — a4,hayy ey) — de ~ ase JoNOg soure/ pue Apr] yey} S} snow ay] “s19N0g 942 PUY 02 USM OLY “MOT[OL] SUIPOD ut dn pauimi oWepjo, IyBru 3se] 3eyp si, ‘UO passaid ays /Fuos a1 hoy ey, “emsue OU PIP pue uOWd] aquays Jaypoue Suysooyo sem ‘aArmoy ‘s4opajquing ‘ann sem 3! 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UDI 2A] JOPO $94 aye wy 07 SuiyrAr9A2 Ure]dxo 07 a]qGe 9q |]! a[UN pue Une SIH, Ayuuy asopayquing pres wry 105 aoejd saq 219 $3], 2434 aay] pue dwWo3 Joyj0g AueL] ‘s}99MS 10J Bunuaids ‘3998 By3 dn Kem dup Pe JayIOw sty BuPpI1y WHY Mes | — Uos sit 108 9A Aoya Puy Sn ax] S89] 242 OYM 2]doad omy puy 3,upjnod Nox “Aep [Je Way Suryorem usaq 2A) “3uWe9 No ~ a10pa|quinq, “moj saqumu 3e Bunuiod pur 3294 19y 0} Burdumnt '|peSeuoyoy Jossajorg paso sag DAI] OYM a]doad ay} URDU 4H) NOX — URDU 3,UOP No}, MOU Iq Sey ay Apwey AJUO ayp as, Aay | ‘2[ouN pue qune siy 01 Auey | Sug 0} 2UI0D DA, NOLS S¥IHdOSOUHd AHL ONY YdLLOd AMVHTHE BOY WHO LIVED eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hi ing Harry underneath it. ‘Hagrid's bringing him.’ ‘You think it — wise — to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?’ ‘| would trust Hagrid with my life; said Dumbledore. ‘Tm not saying his heart isn't in the right place,’ said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, ‘but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to — what was that?’ A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight, it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky — and a huge motorbike fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them. If the motorbike was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild — long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of dustbin lids and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets. ‘Hagrid,' said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. ‘At last. And where did you get that motorbike?’ ‘Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir, said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorbike as he spoke. ‘Young Sirius Black lent it me. I've got him, sir’ ‘No problems, were there? 15o1 Bumed ‘pasadsiy [jeBeuoyoyy 1ossajorg ,'puno} aq ],9" 40 *puBe} {J[2sin0X uo dis3 e ya ang ‘pes AudA [e531 ‘SOA ‘SOK, —s9]88nyy YIM al] 423 yO AuepY 2]931] 100d ue — peap sowes ue Ap] — 3 pueas 3,ued-9-9 | Ing, “3! Ur aoe] s1y BuIAInq puke jarysieypuey ponods a8ie] e ino Suryer ‘puBepy paqqos ‘Auos-s-s, isa[33nyy YD ay |[NOA, “[JeBeuonoyy sossajorg passiy iyyys, ‘Sop Popunom ke dyH] [MOY e ano 39] pUBepY ‘Ajuappns ‘Uoy “ssrj AaysIyM ‘AyDyeI9s A192 e UdDq aALy asnUI eYM, wiry aae8 pue Ausepy 1900 peay ABBeys ‘yea8 sty uaq aH] “‘pusepy payse its ‘wry 0} aAqpoo8 Aes | pjno>— | pinoy, ‘asnoy sAajsing ay: spxeao} pau) pur suue sty Ul Auepy yoo) ax0pajquing “YIM J2A0 styp 198 19119g Poem — puBeyy ‘auay wry aat8 — Ja, ‘punox1apup) uopuoy ayy Jo deur yaj19d e st yay sauy ayo] Aw aaoge jfasu 9UO DARY | “[MJasN UI DWIOD UeD sIvdg “3,UP]NoM | ‘PInod | JI UaAg, cax0pajquing] ‘31 3noge Bu1yyawos op noc 3,upjno>, /F9A9 JO} Jeds JeyA PAkY JI}, oparquing pres ‘sax, “[eBeuooy sossajorg paiadsiym c— asym 2p $1, ‘BuIUyYsI] Jo 310g e ayy] ‘No Padeys Ajsnouns e aes Pinos Ady) PEOYPIOJ SIY J9A0 sey yDRIq-Iaf jo ym e spur) dadjse asey ‘Aog Aqeq e sem ‘a}q/SIA asnf ‘apisuy “s}ayURIq jo a]pungq a4) JBA0 pIBMIO} JU9q [[eBeUOD Wj JOssajoig pur a10prjquinq {Jo1Sug 1900 LAY sem am se daa[se IP} 2H “punose usuuems payieys saj88nyy 243 aJ0j9q YH [Je ano wry 103 | Inq padonsap isoule sem asnoy — Is ‘ON, NOLS SYSHdOSOTIHd JH.L GNV YaLLOd AWYVHTHE BOY WHO LIVED Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets and then came back to the other two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrid’s shoulders shook, Professor McGoragall blinked furiously and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out ‘Well said Dumbledore finally, ‘that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations.’ ‘Yeah,’ said Hagrid in a very muffled voice. ‘I'd best get this bike away. G'night, Professor McGonagall — Professor Dumbledore, sir.’ Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself on to the motorbike and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night. ‘I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall,’ said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply. Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the comer he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four. 1781 PA] oym dog ayy — s8N0g Auepy Of, ‘s9D10A poysnY ul Bulses pur sassej8 1943 dn Burpjoy a1am Aujunod ay3 42A0 |e 324995 ur Bunaaui ajdoad ‘yuawow A190 siya ie aya MOUY 3,upMos 2H“ Aa[png] uisnos siy Aq paysuid pue pappoid Buroq syaaM May IxaU ayy puads pjnom ay yey? JOU ‘sa]I0g yp 243 Ino 3nd 0} Joop juoY ays pauado ays se WNRAIDS Aa[sINq sa Aq au sinoy Maj e UI UayOM 3g P[noM ay SulmMouy you ‘snowrey sem ay SuLMoUy r0U ‘TeIads sem ay BUIMOUy jou ‘uo idajs ay pue uMy apisaq sa;79] ay3 UO pasoj> pueYy JJewWs 2uK ‘dn Bulyem noyM syoyUETG sIY 2pIsUr 4940 payfor Jayog Auepy ‘uaddey 0} s8uryy Surysiuoyse yoadxa pjnom no aoejd yse] A19A ay} ‘AYs AYU ay) Japun ApH pue qUaT!s AR] YDIYM ‘SALC] OAL JO saspay yeau 943 payyn azaauq “UO SEM SY YEO] SIY JO YsIMs eB YIM pue [P2y sly UO pausny af] ‘pomMuUNW ay /AuePY ‘YDN] Poor, ANOLS SNaHdOSOMHd TL GNV YALLOd ARIVHCHAPTER TWO The Vanishing Glass early ten years had passed since the Dursleys had cl up to find their nephew on the front step, but Privet Drive had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys’ front door; it crept into their living-room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr Dursley had seen that fateful news report about the owls. Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-coloured bobble hats — but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, and now the photographs showed a large, blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a roundabout at the fair, playing a computer game with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too. 19 *ot aup 308 pey Aajpng ysnoyy se paxoo] y ‘sjuasaid Aepyyq sAa[pnq] Je yseauaq uoppry ysowe sem a1ge1 DY J “Udyory dy} OWT Tey 242 UMOP UaM ay Passorp sem ay Udy “days ay a1ayM sem 3eY3 ue ‘WaY} jo ]7ny sem sileys ay) JopuN pseogdns ay) asnedaq ‘siapids 0} pasn sem Aurepy “uo way] nd ‘uray Jo UO Yo Japids e Suyjjnd aye ‘pue pag siy spun sted e PUNO] a} ‘5320s 10y Buryoo] parsers pur paq jo no A[MO|s 103 Auwepy cuay0810) aaey Dy P[nod Moy — Aepy3igq sha;pnq , 7 Bumpou ‘Surly, ‘Joop ay} yBnozy} paddeus rune sy Aes NOX pip 3ey NK, “paueos8 Aurepy sAepyanig sAppnq uo yoajiod SurypAi9aa quem | ‘wng 3 39] aZep NOX 3,uop puy “wodeG ay} Jaye YOO] 0} NOA jueM | ‘UO aAoU! e 323 ‘]]a/K\, ‘Aureyy pies ‘ean, ‘popuewiap ays 194 dn nos any, “JOOp 243 apisino Yoeq sem une stpy “qu0Jaq Weasp awIes ay) PeYy Pay Suyjaay Auuny e pey apy 3 Ut ay!qLox0W BuIAY e ud09q peY, a49Y | QUO poos ke uaaq pey yj “SulAey udaq pey ay weasp ay} Jaquiswiss 01 paisa puke yDeq SI 0} UO Paj]O1 3-4 -19¥OO9 dy} uo ind Bulaq ued Bu1Ay dys Jo punos a4) Udy} puR UDdYDITy 242 SpreMmo} Bunyem Jay preay Auepy “paydeaios ays dp, “uleBe 100p ay} uo poddes qune sip] “yeys & YIM dyOM AEE] on idn yay idp, ‘Aep ay Jo asiou assy ay2 apeuT YOIM ddI0A []$24s s9y sem 31 pur ayeme sem elUMIag UNY SIL] “BUO] 10j 30U yng ‘juaWOU dy} 42 daajse ‘a19Y3 |[YS SeM J9}10g AUIRLY 33), NOLS S¥IHdOSOUHd SHL CNV ¥.LLOd AUVHTHE VANISHING GLASS new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike. Exactly why Dudley wanted a racing bike was a mystery to Harry, as Dudley was very fat and hated exercise — unless of course it involved punching somebody. Dudley's favourite punch-bag was Harry, but he couldn't often catch him. Harry didn't look it, but he was very fast. Perhaps it had something to do with living in a dark cupboard, but Harry had always been small and skinny for his age. He looked even smaller and skinnier than he really was because all he had to wear were old clothes of Dudley's and Dudley was about four times bigger than he was. Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair and bright green eyes. He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Sellotape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead which was shaped like a bolt of lightning. He had had it as long as he could remember and the first question he could ever remember asking his Aunt Petunia was how he had got it. ‘In the car crash when your parents died,’ she had said. ‘And don't ask questions.’ Dont ask questions — that was the first rule for a quiet life with the Dursleys. : Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Harry was turning over the bacon. ‘Comb your hair!’ he barked, by way of a morning greeting. About once a week, Uncle Vernon looked over the top of his newspaper and shouted that Harry needed a haircut. Harry aaa “Rlunjag IUNY pres ‘sujaams ‘aurU-AyY T, 7 Man Aurya eaey [LI OS, [Mops pres ay Aipeuny “YOM prey 24H] Payoo] 3] “‘JuaWOU e 10} 1yBnoYD AaTpNg QysH pe 24s s] ‘siuasasd a1ow omy curydod ‘yey3 sop] ‘Aepor 3no aram 2|IYM squasaid om) satoue Nos nq ]],9M Puy, ‘Appmb pres ays asnesaq ‘00} Ja8uep paqusds A[snoiago elumeg uny 4PA0 3/ge} ay) pauing A2]pnq ased UL ajqissod se asey se uodeq sty UMOP BuYjom UeB9q ‘uo Bujwos unzque} Ao]pnq a8ny v 22s pjno oY ‘Aure} | “99ej 2y} Ul pas Bujos ‘Aa[pnqq pies ‘sy? udaas-Awyy 3481 [TV, /Sppeq pue Awumyy woy auo 8iq sty} Japun aiay $31 ‘gas ‘juasaid saSsepy onunY paiunod 3,uaAey Nos ‘Buyseq, sHeaK Se] URL ssa] OM] S7EU], sayIE] Pue sdyioW siy 3 dn Buryoo] ‘pres ay 'xIs-AUNY, ‘TJ 992] SIE ‘squasaud sry Suyunod sem ‘a]!yueaut ‘Aa]pnq] “Woo Yon 3useM audy3 se I]NOYyIP sem yory ‘21qGe3 aya UO UODeq puk BBd jo sayeyd ays ind Ausepy Sime ul Bid ® a¥!] paxoo] Aajpnc] yup ples uayyo Ausepy — jaBue Aqeq e o>) payoo| Aa]png yey} pres uayo eiunjag juny “peoy yey 'YDIU3 SIy, uo Ayroouis Aey ye Hey PUo|g 'yoIyD pue S269 onjq Aro1EM ‘yews ‘yoau yonus you ‘20ej yurd ‘aBse] e pey apy “UOUIEA PUP] a¥!] IO] & payoo, Aajpnq Joyjow sty yA udyory aus ut paatue Aafpng aum ayy Aq s88a Burky sem Anse y “a0e]d ay2 J9A0 ]Je — Aem yey MIB Ajduus sey siy ‘aouasayip ou apeus 3 nq ‘1ay43980) ynd sse]D sty ur SAoq ay} Jo 3sar ay) URYA syndIeY asoW pey arey ysnuL ANOS SY3HdOSOTIHd FHL GNV YALLOd RRIVH‘THE VANISHING GLASS ‘Oh’ Dudley sat down heavily and grabbed the nearest parcel. ‘All right then.’ Uncle Vernon chuckled. ‘Little tyke wants his money's worth, just like his father. Atta boy, Dudley!’ He ruffled Dudley's hair. At that moment the telephone rang and Aunt Petunia went to answer it while Harry and Uncle Vernon watched Dudley unwrap the racing bike, a cine-camera, a remote-control aeroplane, sixteen new computer games and a video recorder. He was ripping the paper off a gold wristwatch when Aunt Petunia came back from the telephone, looking both angry and worried. ‘Bad news, Vernon,’ she said. ‘Mrs Figg’s broken her leg. She can't take him.’ She jerked her head in Harry's direction. Dudley's mouth fell open in horror but Harry's heart gave a leap. Every year on Dudley's birthday his parents took him and a friend out for the day, to adventure parks, hamburger bars or the cinema. Every year, Harry was left behind with Mrs Figg, a mad old lady who lived two streets away. Harry hated it there. The whole house smelled of cabbage and Mrs Figg made him look at photographs of all the cats she'd ever owned, ‘Now what?’ said Aunt Petunia, looking furiously at Harry as though he'd planned this. 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Piers was a scrawny boy with a face like a rat. He was usually the one who held people's arms behind their backs while Dudley hit them. Dudley stopped pretending to cry at once. Half an hour later, Harry, who couldn't believe his luck, was sitting in the back of the Dursleys’ car with Piers and Dudley, on the way to the zoo for the first time in his life. His aunt and uncle hadn't been able to think of anything else to do with him, but before they'd left, Uncle Vernon had taken Harry aside. ‘I'm warning you,’ he had said, putting his large purple face right up close to Harrys, ‘I'm warning you now, boy — any funny business, anything at all - and you'll be in that cupboard. from now until Christmas.’ ‘Im not going to do anything,’ said Harry, ‘honestly ...' But Uncle Vernon didn't believe him. No one ever did. The problem was, strange things often happened around Harry and it was just no good telling the Dursleys he didn't make them happen. Once, Aunt Petunia, tired of Harry coming back from the barber's looking as though he hadn't been at all, had taken a pair of kitchen scissors and cut his hair so short he was almost bald except for his fringe, which she left ‘to hide that horrible scar’, Dudley had laughed himself silly at Harry, who spent a sleepless night imagining school the next day, where he was already laughed at for his baggy clothes and Sellotaped 259% ‘Hom 12 ajdoad ‘s8umyy jnoge urejdwos 04 pay] ap] ‘euMIag quny 0} pourejdwos uous, >[up) 'aaoup ay apy A, “wioos-Butal] uyyjaws-o8eqqe> $8814 styy 10 preogdno sty ‘Jooyss yusem yey? axayaUIOS Aep ayn Burpuads aq 0} sidig pue Ad[pnq YUM Buloq yom UdAD SPM 3] “BUOIM OF 0} BuIOZ sem Suryiou ‘Kepoy ing “duinf-pru ur wy aySneo aaey ysnus purm ayy 34d pasoddns Auepy ‘sloop uays31y 9y3 apis¢no surg 31q ayy pulyaq dumf sem (pseogdno siy Jo s00p payso| ayn YBnosy) uoUIa, 2pup] 38 pasnoys ay se) op o2 paly pry [je ing “sBurpying Jooyps Suiquiyo usaq pey AUP] Woy Surjar ssansiwupesy sAuepy wou Jona] AuBue A194 e paatooa1 pey sA>|sinq aYL ‘AAUUIYD ayy UO BUNS sem ay auayy ‘sasja auOAUE se asudins sAuepy 03 yon se ‘Udy jensn se WIY SuIseys us09q pey Bue8 sAajpnq ‘suayaa1y fooyds ayy Jo joo ay} UO pundy BuI9q J0y d]qnon d]/qL293 OU! 308 pay ‘pueY 12430 243 UG “paysiund yusem Auepy ‘'jorjos yeas siy 0} ‘pue ysem ayy ut yuruYs aaey ysnu q1 paploap pey eiunjog juNY “AUeLY 3y 1.upjnom Ajureya9 ing ‘yaddnd aaoj3 e& pany aaey 1Ysiw 3 Ayjeuy [gun ‘aWOdaq 03 pawiaas 11 2|jewWs aun ‘pray sly 19A0 21 [jnd 0} pauy ays Japsey ayy “(sajqqoq aBuel0 YM Umosg) SAa[png] jo 1aduinf pjo Sunjoaas e oyu! WHY 2210} 07 BULAy ud—9q peY BUNDY IUNY ‘ow JOyOUY “Appin os yeq uMous pey 31 Moy uTe]dxo yupjnos ay 1eYa UrE[dxs 03 pay? pey ay Yysnoyr uaa ‘siyy 10) preogdnd siy Ul 99M ke UdAI Uddq PeY >}4 “yo 21 pareays pey erumag aunY asojaq udaq peYy i se Aj}exa wey sly puy 03 dn 208 pey ay YaAeMmoy ‘SurusoUL IxaQq “sasse[T AINOLS SN3HdOSOMHd SHL CNY WALLOd ARIWHTHE VANISHING GLASS Harry, the council, Harry, the bank and Harry were just a few of his favourite subjects. This morning, it was motorbikes. ‘.., roaring along like maniacs, the young hoodlums,’ he said, as a motorbike overtook them. ‘Thad a dream about a motorbike,’ said Harry, remembering suddenly. ‘It was flying.’ Uncle Vernon nearly crashed into the car in front. He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face like a gigantic beetroot with a moustache, ‘MOTORBIKES DON'T FLY!’ Dudley and Piers sniggered. ‘I know they don't,’ said Harry. ‘It was only a dream.’ But he wished he hadn't said anything. If there was one thing the Dursleys hated even more than his asking questions, it was his talking about anything acting in a way it shouldn't, no matter if it was in a dream or even a cartoon — they seemed to think he might get dangerous ideas. It was a very sunny Saturday and the zoo was crowded with families. The Dursleys bought Dudley and Piers large chocolate ice-creams at the entrance and then, because the smiling lady in the van had asked Harry what he wanted before they could hurry him away, they bought him a cheap lemon ice lolly. It wasn't bad either, Harry thought, licking it as they watched a gorilla scratching its head and looking remarkebly like Dudley, except that it wasn't blond. Harry had the best morning he'd had in a long time. He was careful to walk a little way apart from the Dursleys so that Dudley and Piers, who were starting to get bored with the ay8t Ajuo ay} 29M ‘WoOspag k se preogdnd e Buyaey ueY as10m sem 3] Bo] Aep [Je 31 qamsip 07 BurAy ssejB ay} uo siaBuy 21942 Sulwumip ajdoad prdnis }daoxa Auedwod ou — j[as}1 Wopa10q JO Parp pey a1 J! pasiidins uaaq aney 3,Upjnom apy ‘ayeus ayR je Apjuaqul payoo] pue yue} 243 jo OY UI pavaow AueLY -‘Keme payjnys apy ‘paueow Aappngq ,'Suus0g st si], “uo pazoous asnf ayjeus ays in ‘sapjanuy s1y yun Ajsreus 52/8 ayy peddes uowsa, a]9up] pasepso Aa|png /‘ulese 31 Og, ‘o8pnq 1UpIp ayeus 43 Inq ‘sse[S ay3 UO paddey Yous, aQUp) wy] siy ye paurym ay ,'2aoul 1 axeW, “s[loo umosg Buruaysi[8 ap 32 Bursers ‘ssej3 yi ysurede passaid asou siy yim pooj3s Aajpnq “daajse sey SEM 3 30R} Uj ~POOW ay3 UL] YOO] 3,UPIp 1 uaWOW ays 38 Ng — UIGisnp e OI 31 Paysnud pue ed sUoULsA 2[2UP] punose 201M) Apog sit paddeim aazy pjno> 3 ‘aoejd ay3 ul ayeus ysaBse] 943 punoy ApyOInb Aajpnq] ‘suoyyAd Surysruo-ueur ‘y914) pur seqoo snouosiod ‘aBny aas 07 paruem Sld1q pue Arppnq ‘au0}s puke PooM jo siq JIAO BuLDYIIS pue SUIMeID 9M sayBUS pue spxeZI] JO sys [fe 'sse|s ay) pulyag ‘s[jem ay3 Suoje [je sMOpULM yy] YIM ‘ou9y Ul yep pue [009 sem 3] ‘asnoy ayydar ayp 07 UaM Aayp Youn] sayy "SB] 0} poo8 003 [12 se 31 uMouy aaey pfnoys ay y4p ‘spremuayye '3]9] AEE “ISA 42 YsIuYy 0} paMmoTje sem AuePY pue duo JayzOUe WNIY 3YBNOG, VOUIEA [UP] ‘YBnoUa Ziq 3,useM A10/8 aysoqsayD1Uy sty asnedaq winUe) e pey Ad]|png vay pue jueineysa1 oz ay) ul aye AY], “WHY Buy Jo Aqqoy aquNoAR slay) UO ¥Deq ][eJ ZUP|Nom ‘ouYoUN] Aq sjeumue NOLS S¥3HdOSOUHd IHL CNY WLLOd AYVHTHE VANISHING GLASS visitor was Aunt Petunia hammering on the door to wake you up — at least he got to visit the rest of the house. The snake suddenly opened its beady eyes. Slowly, very slowly, it raised its head until its eyes were on a level with Harry's. Te winked. Harry stared. Then he looked quickly around to see if anyone was watching. They weren't. He looked back at the snake and winked, too. The snake jerked its head towards Uncle Vernon and Dudley, then raised its eyes to the ceiling. It gave Harry a look that said quite plainly: ‘T get that all the time.” ‘| know,’ Harry murmured through the glass, though he wasn't sure the snake could hear him. ‘It must be really annoying.’ The snake nodded vigorously. ‘Where do you come from, anyway?’ Harry asked. The snake jabbed its tail at a little sign next to the glass. Harry peered at it. Boa Constrictor, Brazil. ‘Was it nice there? The boa constrictor jabbed its tail at the sign again and Harry read on: This specimen was bred in the zoo. ‘Oh, | see — so you've never been to Brazil?’ As the snake shook its head, a deafening shout behind Harry made both of them jump. ‘DUDLEY! MR DURSLEY! COME AND LOOK AT THIS SNAKE! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT IT'S DOING! 29og Pinos ay ArBue os sem apy “Auepy uo Butses a10J9q asnoy ays JO INO Ajayes sem sidig [UN payem UOUsEA >[9UT) huey ‘nox auaram ‘31 07 Buyyyey sem Aue} y, ‘Kes 03 YBnoue uMOpP Surwyeo Sidld Sem ‘yse9] 7e Aue}] 404 ‘Je JO IsIOM ang “YyeEp Or WHY azaanbs 03 pai] pey 21 Buneams sem siaig 214m ‘B9] sty [Jo uaniig Apeau pey 1 Moy wWoys BuT|]O3 sem Aa]pNg ‘sed suOUIaA, 2[2UP] UI ype [fe 49M Ady au ayy Aq ang ‘passed 11 se sjaoy aayp we AynyAejd deus ydaoxa Supyrcue ouop yupey syeus sy ‘uaas pey Auepy se sey sy uaqqi8 AJuo pjnoo Aa[png pur siaig “uleBe JaA0 pur 1900 pasiBojode ay a]IyM ea} Ja9Ms BuONS jo dnd e eiumag juny spew! Jjasumy s0y>01Ip oz ayy 208 sse]8 ayp pip asaya, 'urxes sdoy ay ,'sse/8 oy) ang, “ypoys ut sem asnoy andar ays jo sadooy oy]. osrme ‘sssyuey] ~~ auioo | avy ‘|Izeg, ‘pres 210A Surssiy ‘moj e WIOMS aazy Pinos Aurepy ‘WHY Sed AppEMs pis ayeus oy Sy “sqIxa ay 40 SusuunA poreys pue paueaios asnoy apiday 243 jnoysnosys a[doad — soo ay} 07 uo Ino Sussaypys ‘APpides j]as14 Bulpjooun sem ayeus ai ay] “poystuea pey yuR) .10}91sUOD oq yi JO ao ssejS ay) ‘padse# pue dn yes Auepy 4OLIOY JO [MOY YaEM yeq adeo] pey Aaup '3xaU aup ‘ssePB a4 02 aso dn 34811 Suiueay aiam Aapng pur siaig ‘puoses suo — pauad -dey 31 Moy Mes au ou 3sej os pouaddey 3xoU oUIeD 1eY 4OOy 93219409 943 UO prey ]]9} Auepy ‘asuidins kq 3yne> “squ oy} ur Auepy Burysund ‘pres ay /'no< ‘Kem aug jo 3nGQ, “Pinos ay se asej se Ways spsemo} Sulppem awed Aa|png NOLS S¥3HdOSOUHd IHL CNV YALLOd AWVHTHE VANISHING GLASS hardly speak. He managed to say, ‘Go — cupboard — stay — no meals,’ before he collapsed into a chair and Aunt Petunia had to run and get him a large brandy. Harry lay in his dark cupboard much later, wishing he had a watch. He didn’t know what time it was and he couldn't be sure the Dursleys were asleep yet. Until they were, he couldn't tisk sneaking to the kitchen for some food. He'd lived with the Dursleys almost ten years, ten miserable years, as long as he could remember, ever since he'd been a baby and his parents had died in that car crash. He couldn't remember being in the car when his parents had died. Sometimes, when he strained his memory during long hours in his cupboard, he came up with a strange vision: a blinding flash of green light and a burning pain on his forehead. This, he supposed, was the crash, though he couldn't imagine where all the green light came from. He couldn't remember his parents at all. His aunt and uncle never spoke about them, and. of course he was forbidden to ask questions. There were no photographs of them in the house. When he had been younger, Harry had dreamed and dreamed of some unknown relation coming to take him away, but it had never happened, the Dursleys were his only family. Yet sometimes he thought (or maybe hoped) that strangers in the street seemed to know him. Very strange strangers they were, too. A tiny man in a violet top hat had bowed to him once while out shopping with Aunt Petunia and Dudley. After asking Harry furiously if he knew the man, Aunt Petunia had. 31te ‘Bue8 sAo;pnq RIM 9auBesip 0} paxy] APoqou pur ‘sasse[S usyo1g pur sayiojo Plo A88eq siy ur Jono Auepy ppo rey) prey Bue8 $42]pnq 3eYI Mauy Apogdiaay “suo ou pey Auepy ‘Jooyos IW “YOO Jasojo e 393 07 pay} Auepy puoves dy} YsiueA 07 powiaas Aayy Aem ay sem 2]doad asayp [Je anoge SUI ISOpsIDM SY] ‘PIO e NOYTM Aeme paypem ux pue ep sayjo ay yaauys ayy ul puey sly uayeys Ajjemoe pey 7209 aydind 8uoj A190 e ut uew pyeq y “sng e Uo aouO WHY Je Apu paaem pey said ul [je passoup uewom plo Burfoo]-pjm VY ‘Burpdue 3urdng ynoyuM doys ay) jo ymo way3 paysns ANOLS S¥3HdOSOTHd IHL CNY YILLOd AVH* . - * CHAPTER THREE - | The Letters from No One * he escape of the Brazilian boa constrictor earned Harry his longest-ever punishment. By the time he was allowed out of his cupboard again, the summer holidays had started and Dudley had already broken his new cine-camera, crashed his remote-control aeroplane and, first time on his racing bike, knocked down old Mrs Figg as she crossed Privet Drive on her crutches. Harry was glad school was over, but there was no escaping Dudley's gang, who visited the house every single day. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm and Gordon were all big and stupid, but as Dudley was the biggest and stupidest of the lot, he was the leader. The rest of them were all quite happy to join in Dudley's favourite sport: Harry-hunting. This was why Harry spent as much time as possible out of the house, wandering around and thinking about the end of the holidays, where he could see a tiny ray of hope. When September came he would be going off to secondary school a3ve Pue awospuey os paxoo] ay ‘sunpAa;pnq app] 194 sem Aa1]9q 3,uP|Noo ays pres pu sivay Ogu! asinq eLUMIag JUNY “axI] SHY JO JuPWOUI ysapnold ayy sem 31 JEU AyjTUs pres UOUIE,, a[oUN ‘s1xDoquayOIUy Mau SHY UI Aaypng] 3e Paxoo] ay sy “9j!] 4998] 10} BuruTeNy pos aq 01 pasoddns sem SIL “BuPjoo] 3u919%m siayDear ayp a]! 49430 Yoko BUNTY 40} pasn 'sxo4s A[qqouy paises osje ayy “siye0q parpes SieY MENS IY PUe sioxD0qGIExDIUy aBuRIO ‘s}eO>]1e1 UOOIeW 340M sKoq sBunjawig ‘wofuN mou-puerq siy ur ApweY ay 40} woos-Bulal] 242 punose papesed Aaypngy ‘Susuaao yey | “SIB9A [BIDADS 10} 4! ey Pays Ysnoyp se parser ey 2429 a12}OI0Yp Jo 11q e WY aae8 pue uojsiaajay yosem AueEY 39] aYS “a40jaq se Woy) Jo PUuoy se o3INb wWods 3. uUpIp ays puk syed Jay Jo DUO 19A0 SuIddin 89] By Uayoxq Pays no pou 3] “Jensn se peq se z,useEM B31y SU ‘S881y Spy 7 AueLy Buraea] ‘wuojtun sSunjows siy sng 03 Uopuoy 04 Aaypng yoo) e1uMyaq yun ‘Inf UF Aep 2UQ “PIES Pay JM INO YOM Pynoo Aa[pnq] a1ojaq ‘ues ay Udy] PIS 9q 1YBHw 9 — 31 Mop peay MOA se a]quoY se Bury\Aue Pey Jadu spapion Jood ayy, “AuePY pres /syuey oN, casnoeid pue siesdn auiod 02 yuep, “AUeEY pjor ay J]emau0IS qe Aep ysay 39]}031 9y3 UMOP speay sajdoad yms Ay], “Auuny Aa9A sem siyy WYZnoyy Aa|png aalsuayaiduios jeso] ay) ‘YSI}Y |jemMaucIG 03 Bur08 sem ‘puvy 19420 a4 UO ‘Aure}{ “009 ‘suDyB BUIOR sem ssIyJog S191 SBUNpIUS ‘JOoYDs Plo suOWIEA afouT] Ie 2deId e pey A21PNG ‘AO[PNC] YIM aq 3,up[Nom ay ‘a4t] sty Ur aUNN ISIy YI 104 ‘pue SNOLLS SIHdOSOTUHd JH.L NV YLLOd ANIVHTHE LETTERS FROM NO ONE grown-up. Harry didn’t trust himself to speak. He thought two of his ribs might already have cracked from trying not to laugh. There was a horrible smell in the kitchen next morning when Harry went in for breakfast. It seemed to be coming from z large metal tub in the sink. He went to have a look. The tub was full of what looked like dirty rags swimming in grey water. "What's this?’ he asked Aunt Petunia. Her lips tightened as they always did if he dared to ask a question. ‘Your new school uniform,’ she said. Harry looked in the bow! again. ‘Oh; he said. 'I didn’t realise it had to be so wet.’ ‘Don't be stupid,’ snapped Aunt Petunia. ‘I'm dyeing some of Dudley’s old things grey for you. It'll look just like everyone else's when I've finished.’ Harry seriously doubted this, but thought it best not to argue. He sat down at the table and tried not to think about how he was going to look on his first day at Stonewall High — like he was wearing bits of old elephant skin, probably. Dudley and Uncle Vernon came in, both with wrinkled noses because of the smell from Harry's new uniform. Uncle Vernon opened his newspaper as usual and Dudley banged his Smeltings stick, which he carried everywhere, on the table. They heard the click of the letter-box and flop of letters on the doormat. ‘Get the post, Dudley,’ said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper. 359F H, 422] 9832] & Suipunouns ayeus e pur 1a8peq ® ‘2|3e2 ue ‘UoM] @ ‘swe Jo 3209 B BuLIeagq Jes xem ajdind 2 snes Auepy ‘Burjquiey puey sty “19a0 adojaaus ay} Buruny, “duieys ou sem auay |, “Yul uses8-pyesawis ur uayzLIM sem ssouppe a3 pue ‘jusWYydIed YsimojjaX jo spew ‘Aaeay pue yoy) sem adojaaus sy] faxing SuySury yy spay aang rang > sareag 9y Jopun przogdng 24,7, song “HW oyeistus Ou aq pinod aayp Aure|d os passouppe ‘sou13] & ‘SBM 3] asY 494, “YEG SYOOq 10] Suryse saxou apni 103 wana JeAau pay os AreIql| 343 01 Buojaq yup ay — saaneja1 J9y}0 OU ‘spudiy OU pey 244 epinom oy”, “WNY oO} UTM PeY '3Fl] 3]OYM sty UF ‘YaAa ‘suo ON “pueg 1ISe]9 qUEB e ayy] BuIBueM} jeay sry ‘31 38 pareys pue dn 1 paysid Auepy Luwyy 40f 42a] 9 — puk ]]1q & 241] 2x00] ey} adojaaua UMOA e ‘WYSI, JO 25] aya UO BuLY YoY ‘39s VOISTAa|A? J9A9 -asiy sAa]pnq] sem 19109 dy} UF “Bop $JOOp 3xU J9A0 UDALIP ouo pey Aajpng yuer BuPjLOm ‘|JeuIs e jo doy Uo BULA] sem erowied-suId pjo-yuoUE ayy “Uayorg sem a1ay UL BuryZAIEAa Apeany “wiy punose paseis pue paq ay} UO UMOP 3S 2] “wood siyi 0} preoqdnd ayy Wor; peuMo dy SuiyzA‘eAa 2aout NOLS SIHdOSOUHd AHL ONY WdLLOd ARIVH‘THE LETTERS FROM NO ONE heard him banging things with his Smeltings stick all the way down the hall. Then he shouted, ‘There's another one! Mr H. Potter, The Smallest Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive — With a strangled cry, Uncle Vernon leapt from his seat and ran down the hall, Harry right behind him. Uncle Vernon had to wrestle Dudley to the ground to get the letter from him, which was made difficult by the fact that Harry had grabbed Uncle Vernon around the neck from behind. After a minute of confused fighting, in which everyone got hit a lot by the Smeltings stick, Uncle Vernon straightened up, gasping for breath, with Harry's letter clutched in his hand. ‘Goto your cupboard —I mean, your bedroom,’ he wheezed at Harry. ‘Dudley — go — just go.’ Harry walked round and round his new room. Someone knew he had moved out of his cupboard and they seemed to know he hadn't received his first letter. Surely that meant they'd try again? And this time he'd make sure they didn't fail. He hada plan. The repaired alarm clock rang at six o'clock the next morning. Harry turned it off quickly and dressed silently. He mustn't wake the Dursleys. He stole downstairs without turning on any of the lights. He was going to wait for the postman on the corner of Privet Drive and get the letters for number four first. His heart hammered as he crept across the dark hall towards the front door — "AAAAARRRGH!’ 41Ww y2]103 SHeISLMOp dU} UI MOPUIM [JEWS 242 YBNOIY PID10j UDA Maz B puke sapis ay1 YSno1y) parojs ‘oop ayi Japun paysnd uaaq pey Aay} xoq-19739] 24) YBnosyy 08 y,upjnos Ae) sy AULP{ JOF PALE s19719] DATIMI ULYI Jomay OU ‘AepLy UC, “wry 1y8nosq ysnf PeY eiuNjag JUMY 2x29 MY Jo adaid apy YIM leu e UI yDOUy 03 BuIA ‘UOUIAA 2[DUT] ples ‘OUI puke NOA d¥}] JOU a4,Adq ‘eumag 'skem a8uedys Ul y10M spur sajdoad asayy ‘YO, /UOUIIA JOM |]32U3 Buns JOU Wh, dn aat8 ysnf y],Aaup wayp saayp 3,429 Aayp pI, ‘spreu JO [FYYINow ke YBnosy} eluMjag JuNY 0 pouTeydxe ay ‘22S, ‘xOq-49112] 243 dn pajreu pur awoy, ye paders ap] ‘Aep 324) YOM 01 OF 3UpIP UOUIEA 2[9UF] “saXa sly a1ojaq saoaid ou! si9119] ayy Bupeay sem uoULaA 2UT] Inq ‘UeBaq ay — JUEM |, “yur udau8 ur passauppe s19119] 2auy3 das pjnod Auepy “dey suoUulaA apouP] OJ! 343 ‘paatue pey ysod ay) ‘yoeq 103 sy aur ays 4q pue ‘uaypany ayy ort jo Apqeiastur payynys Auepy a1 Jo dno e ayeut pue oF 07 wry pjoy vay) pue snoy ue Jey ymoge 10} Auepy ye paynoys apf ‘op 0} SulAy udI2q pry 2eyM Apoexa op 3,upip Aue} yey auns Sure Apteayo ‘Seq Buidaajs ® Ul ICOp JUOY ay} JO 00J ay} 1B BuIA] Uda PeYy UOUIAA 2]9UPF] aoe} Ssapoun siy usaq pey Suryowos Aysenbs 81g ay) IY pasijeas Auepy Joy sty 0} pue sireisdn uo paypi|> s3yy8!] jaayy Suryyawos — yewoop ay} uO Aysenbs pue Biq Buiyjawos uo usppoy pay — se dy3 O1u! ydeay AueLY ANOLS S¥3HdOSOUHd AHL ONY YaLLOd QRH‘THE LETTERS FROM NO ONE Uncle Vernon stayed at home again. After burning all the letters, he got out a hammer and nails and boarded up the cracks around the front and back doors so no one could go out. He hummed ‘Tiptoe through the Tulips’ as he worked, and jumped at small noises. On Saturday, things began to get out of hand. Twenty-four letters to Harry found their way into the house, rolled up and hidden inside each of the two dozen eggs that their very confused milkman had handed Aunt Petunia through the living-room window. While Uncle Vernon made furious telephone calls to the post office and the dairy trying to find someone to complain to, Aunt Petunia shredded the letters in her food mixer. ‘Who on earth wants to talk to you this badly’ Dudley asked Harry in amazement. On Sunday morning, Uncle Vernon sat down at the breakfast table looking tired and rather ill, but happy. ‘No post on Sundays,’ he reminded them happily as he spread marmalade on his newspapers, ‘no damn letters today — Something came whizzing down the kitchen chimney as he’spoke and caught him sharply on the back of the head. Next moment, thirty or forty letters came pelting out of the fireplace like bullets. The Dursleys ducked, but Harry leapt into the air trying to catch one — ‘Out! OU 43vy sranduios siy uo ware ue dn BuIMO|q INoYIIM Bu] Os DUOB J9AaU Pry PUR 295 07 PslUEM Py sawwesBoid ‘uoisiaajay aay passim pay ‘Buny sem 2H ‘9ji] SIY uy Aep peq & Yons pey JoA9u pa} “Burjmoy sem Aarpng jepysiu Ag “ep |]@ YULIP 10 yea 0} doys 3 upIp Ady Si} PIP OY J2AaUaYM 19] P|NOM ay ,'JJO WE, ayYeYS “* JJO WO, LYS, “D|IYM B Joy UOHIAIp ausoddo ay ui oAUp pue Suruim dueys e ayes pinom UOUL2,, apUP Uatp pue Mou AlaAq “BUIOB asoMm ABP VsSYM se azeP AUpIp elunjag juny UaAq “oAosp Arty puy “SAolp AY, “Beq sqiods sty ut saynduio> pue oapia ‘uorsias|ay siy yped 07 pay ay ay dn woyr BuIpjoy 10; peay ayy punos wry WY pey Joyrey sty ‘yeas seq ayp ul Buryrus sem Aaypng “Aemiojour ayy spsemoy Suypaads ‘geo ayp ut azom pur ssoop dn-pepseog 243 YSnonp Aem oy payouaim pey Adup sare] saynuIU Way “onBye pazep au ou Jey Burssrw Dyoesnow sty Jey Yam snoseBueP os Pay00] 2}4 ysusuin8ze ON “soUZO] SwWOs y>ed ysNf “Aeme BuIOs auax\ “aAea} OF Apeas ‘saynuiu aay ut asay xpeq |] NOK 3ueM J, “SUI sues ay ye aypersnow siy jo ano sym ysis Buyjnd ynq Aywyeo yeads 02 Bulky ‘uOUaA UT, pres | SeOP IYI, “IOOY pur s]Jem dy} JjO Suisunog ‘woos ay} O1Ut BusWeads {]13S 19193] 9y) Jay pynod Ady |. “InYs 100p dup paumueys UoUeA afoUP) ‘S20kf Hay? J9A0 SULT sTOUA YALA jno uni pey Ao[png pue eruMag yuny UY AA “Jey yp OU! LIY wnauy pur stem ayy punoxe Aulep] pazias uous, 2[9Up) ANOLS SYAHdOSOUHd SHL ONY YILLOd AWYVH‘THE LETTERS FROM NO ONE Uncle Vernon stopped at last outside a gloomy-looking hotel on the outskirts of a big city. Dudley and Harry shared aroom with twin beds and damp, musty sheets. Dudley snored but Harry stayed awake, sitting on the window-sill, staring down at the lights of passing cars and wondering They ate stale cornflakes and cold tinned tomatoes on toast for breakfast next day. They had just finished when the owner of the hotel came over to their table. "Scuse me, but is one of you Mr H. Potter? Only | got about an 'undred of these at the front desk.’ She held up a letter so they could read the green ink address: Mr H. Potter Room 17 Railview Hotel Cokeworth Harry made a grab for the letter but Uncle Vernon knocked his hand out of the way. The woman stared. ‘I'l take them,’ said Uncle Vernon, standing up quickly and following her from the dining-room. ‘Wouldn't it be better just to go home, dear?’ Aunt Petunia suggested timidly, hours later, but Uncle Vernon didn't seem to hear her. Exactly what he was looking for, none of them knew. He drove them into the middle of a forest, got out, 45oF PJNos nos yoeys 9/331] a[qesastw sow ay} sem yDO1 ay Jo doz UO payduag “eas 0} INO ABM YOs aBJe| ev 9y!] Poyooy Jey Ie Sunutod sem uous, 2[9UP) seo 2y3 apisino pjoo A9A sem 3] sno PUOAIDAT [UO SWOD, “pres ay jaded yoajiad ay3 puno,, “3YBnog pry 1YM payse ays Udy Blume JUNY Jamsue ZUpIP puke aseyoed uly? ‘Buo] e BulAues osje sem apy “Burrus sem ay pure yoeq sem uOUID, 2[2UT] “Kep Ar9A9 UDAd]D 1UIIM NOK ‘TI “590s PIO Suousa, ajsuy] jo ed e pue sa8uey-aeod e WY UdAId pey sAajsing] ayy “1e94 3se] — uNy Ajpoexo soAdu a10M SAEPYIG sly ‘2sMod JQ “Aepyyg yUanrja sAuepy sem ‘Aepsany, ‘MOMCWIO} UAL} — UOISIAD}D1 JO asnedaq "499M dy Jo SAep ay MoUy 03 La[png UO yuNOd Ajjensn pjnos nod pue — kepuopy soa 44 J] “Burypawios jo Auepy popurwar sy] ay} UI yDeq 308 ‘peoy siy Yooys 'punose pryxoo] ANOS S¥aIHdOSOUHd IHL NV YILLOd AYVHTHE LETTERS FROM NO ONE imagine. One thing was certain, there was no television in there. ‘Storm forecast for tonight!’ said Uncle Vernon gleefully, clapping his hands together. ‘And this gentleman's kindly agreed to lend us his boat!’ A toothless old man came ambling up to them, pointing, with a zather wicked grin, at an old rowing boat bobbing in the iron-grey water below them. ‘I've already got us some rations,’ said Uncle Vernon, ‘so all aboard! It was freezing in the boat. Icy sea spray and rain crept down their necks and a chilly wind whipped their faces. After what seemed like hours they reached the rock, where Uncle Vernon, slipping and sliding, led the way to the broken-down house. The inside was horrible; it smelled strongly of seaweed, the wind whistled through the gaps in the wooden walls and the fireplace was damp and empty. There were only two rooms. Uncle Vernon's rations turned out to be a packet of crisps each and four bananas. He tried to start a fire but the empty crisp packets just smoked and shrivelled up. ‘Could do with some of those letters now, eh?’ he said cheerfully. He was in a very good mood. Obviously he thought nobody stood a chance of reaching them here in a storm to deliver post. Harry privately agreed, though the thought didn’t cheer him up at all. 47Br eeas ay} oyu! Buyquiu yor ayp se~A gesiou SurysuNI KuuMy yeUD Sem 324M (08 03 saanUIW OMY) PUY GeYI ay] DOI By2 UO puey suiddejs ‘eas ayi yey sep ‘08 0} saynuIUT samy] “MOYSWOS BuO Eads 03 31Ge 9q Poy 1843 yor 108 Ady} UdYM $19}}3] JO [JNJ OS aq PjNOM aAlIq IALIg UI asnoy ay aqdeyy “O08 03 saynuIW INOJ “pip 71 J] JaWIeM aq YB ay YBnoyyje ‘ur [Jey 0 BuI08 yusem Joos ay) padoy apy “apisino yeaid SusyiwWos pseay Auep] “O08 0} saynulW IAL] “MOU SBM Jo}LIM, ~12333] By) BYR BuspuoMm ‘Je 3 Jaquiswas pynom sAo]sNq ay) J] BuLapUOM 4aseaU YON Aepyanq siy _paydieM pue Ae] 2} OWN SayNUIW! UD} UF Uanala aq Pay AUEP] PjOI ‘IsLiM 7B] SIY uo eJos ay3 jo a8pa ay 1900 SuyjSuep sem yoryan ‘yore sAa[pnq jo Jep parysy ayy aySupru seou payers yey) Jopunys JO [Jor Mo] 242 Sq pouMosp diam sorous sAa[png se8uNYy yum Buygquins ysewors siy ‘ajqeuojutos 48 07 BULAN ‘19A0 pauim pue poisaiys a}{ “doajs ,upjnoo Auepy ‘uo uaM 7YBIU aya se Ajsnoios9y aiow pue aiow paser uuors sy] “oyurlq passer sou ‘ysauuty? dy} Japun dn [ind 0) pue pynod ay 1004, JO 3G ysayos aya puy o1 aya} sem Auepy pue soop 4xou paq Adumj ay} 03 JJo JUaM UOUJaA dapOUT) puke ays “ejos uaqed-YIOW dy} UO ArTpnq 10j paq e dn apew puke wool puoses ay3 ul syayuelq APnow may e punoy eluMag JUN “smopulm Ayp]y Oy2 popes puIM so19y e pue ny ay jo syjem ayy pasayejds savem ySry ay) woxy eds ‘way punose dn majq wiois pasiwoid ayi ‘[jay aysiu sy ANOS S#AHdOSOTHd JHL ONY WLLOd AYVHTHE LETTERS FROM NO ONE One minute to go and he'd be eleven. Thirty seconds twenty ... ten — nine — maybe he'd wake Dudley up, just to annoy him — three — two — one — BOOM. The whole shack shivered and Harry sat bolt upright, staring at the door. Someone was outside, knocking to come in. 49* 0s aug dn payoid ‘umop 3uaq a} 4 “Burji20 ay3 paysnug asnf peay siy, 2eYB Os Burdooys ‘ny 243 OU! AeM sty pazaanbs ques ay] carey ay3 [fe Japun saj129q yoeI/q ay! BuBUYS ‘saAa Siy NO dxeW PINod nod 3nq ‘pieaq pa[suer ‘ppm e ue sey jo auew ABBeys ‘Buoy e Aq uappry Aja12[dwo> sowye sem aoe] sip] “Aemioop au} ul Surpueis sem weul e jo ues y ‘looy ay} uo yey papue] Yyseid Sujuayeap e YIM pue sasuly '8}} JO Ukap SuNMs 31 yeYI 9d10} YONs YIM ITY SBM LOOP dy], 'HSVWS ~— uayy ‘asned e sem asoyy pouue W.{—nof wem }, ‘pamnoys ay ga1ay1 SOUpA, wou UAL ayBnorg pey ay aBeyped up ‘Suo] a2 ur usaq pey IeyM Mauy Ady MOU = spury sly ul ayti e SuIpjoy sem a}] “woos dyp Oru! SuIpprys dures UOUNDA a[UP] PUR Woy? pUIyd Yseso e sem a19yL “Aipidms pres ay cuouue ay2 sau94A\, “ayeme paxil Ao[png] ‘urese paxoouy A2X4] WOO * shay ay} jo ladaay ayy aL UNO UTLAVHO ee * * .* Peres * .THE KEEPER OF THE KEYS door and fitted it easily back into its frame. The noise of the storm outside dropped a little. He turned to look at them all. ‘Couldn't make us a cup o! tea, could yeh? It's not been an easy journey ...' He strode over to the sofa where Dudley sat frozen with fear. ‘Budge up, yeh great lump,’ said the stranger. Dudley squeaked and ran to hide behind his mother, who was crouching, terrified, behind Uncle Vernon. ‘An’ here's Harry! said the giant. Harry looked up into the fierce, wild, shadowy face and saw that the beetle eyes were crinkled in a smile. ‘Las! time I saw you, you was only a baby,’ said the giant. ‘Yeh look a lot like yer dad, but yeh've got yer mum's eyes.’ Uncle Vernon made a funny rasping noise. ‘I demand that you leave at once, sit!’ he said. ‘You are breaking and entering! ‘Ah, shut up, Dursley, yeh great prune; said the giant. He reached over the back of the sofa, jerked the gun out of Uncle Vernon's hands, bent it into a knot as easily as if it had been made of rubber, and threw it into a corner of the room, Uncle Vernon made another funny noise, like a mouse being trodden on. ‘Anyway — Harry,’ said the giant, turning his back on the Dursleys, ‘a very happy birthday to yeh. Got summat fer yeh here — I mighta sat on it at some point, but it'll taste all right.’ From an inside pocket of his black overcoat he pulled a slightly squashed box. Harry opened it with trembling fingers. 51ws (Ad[png ‘Nos soai8 ay Bury3Aue yonos 3u0q], ‘Aydseys pres uous, a[2uT) ‘apt!] e pareBpy Aa[pnq ‘sayod ay} woy saBesnes yuing Ajjysys ‘Aomf ‘yey xIS ysay aYI PIs AY se ing ‘BuIyIOM Sem URIS dy) I!YM Buryi e ples Apogon) ‘aSesnes Burjzzis Jo [Jews pue punos ay} Jo [[NJ sem ny ay} OOS “ka} ayeUT OF Bupeys a10Jaq WO SIMS e YOO dy YO!IYM pinby] Jaquue swWos jo ajo 2 pue s8nw paddiyp [eianas ‘yodeay e ‘Jayod k ‘saSesnes Jo aBeyoed Aysenbs e ‘2[139y 19ddoo e 309 sIy jo siaysod ay} Jo no sBuryy Jo suos je Buryey ueBaq pue ‘WYSIoM s1y Jopun passes Yyorym ‘eos ay} UO UMOP ye 3eS URIS 3Y | yzeq JOY & OU! YUNs pry YSNoU} se WIY 12A0 sem pune oyp 3]9y Aue} pue 3481] SuLayO1y ym Iny duep a]OYM aup paljy yf ‘aay aay Sureo e sem aidyy ‘JoIe] puod—as B yoeq MaJp dy UdYM 3nq Bulop sem ay IYM 2aS y,UPjnos Asya ‘goe|dary a4 12A0 UMOPp JUAq aL] “payous ay pure 1 Ul syayord dsuo pa[jaauys ays yam ayes8 Aaduss ayy uo [Jy S242 stpy pur 441 108 2a,ya4 71 198u0.s yeMUMS 42) OU Aes JOU Pj], 1943280} spuey siy Surqqns ‘pres ay cya ‘vos ea1 YI INOge Tey A, “unre a]oym s Aue} ] YOoys pue puey snowoud ue Ino Play aH] /SMEMBOL 7e spunosy pue shay jo sadaay ‘puBepy snagny ‘yjasow poonponut yuaaey | /OnIL, Pappnyp 3wes ay] eno aue OYA, ‘SEM PeaysuT pres ay WeYyM pue ‘yynoU s1y 03 AeM YI UO ISO] 108 sp1om dy} Inq ‘nox yueyp Avs 0} juBdU dP “JUIB d42 I dn payooy AueEY “BuIo! use18 Ul YW UO UdIIIM Luypy Aopquig Kddopy yawn ayeo ayejoooyp AyOus ‘oBue] e sem opisuy NOLS SYIHdOSOUHd IHL NV YALLOd AWYVHTHE KEEPER OF THE KEYS The giant chuckled darkly. "Yer great puddin’ of a son don’ need fattenin’ any more, Dursley, don’ worry.’ He passed the sausages to Harry, who was so hungry he had never tasted anything so wonderful, but he still couldn't take his eyes off the giant. Finally, as nobody seemed about to explain anything, he said, ‘I'm sorry, but I still don't really know who you are.’ The giant took a gulp of tea and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 'Call me Hagrid, he said, ‘everyone does. An’ like | told yeh, I'm Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts — yeh'll know all about Hogwarts, o' course.’ ‘Er —no;' said Harry. Hagrid looked shocked. ‘Sorry,’ Harry said quickly. ‘Sorry?’ barked Hagrid, turning to stare at the Dursleys, who shrank back into the shadows. ‘Its them as should be sorry! I knew yeh weren't gettin’ yer letters but I never thought yeh wouldn't even know abou’ Hogwarts, fer cryin’ out loud! Did yeh never wonder where yer parents learnt it all?’ ‘All what?’ asked Harry. ‘ALL WHAT? Hagrid thundered. ‘Now wait jus’ one second!’ He had leapt to his feet. In his anger he seemed to fill the whole hut. The Dursleys were cowering against the wall. ‘Do you mean ter tell me,’ he growled at the Dursleys, ‘that this boy - this boy!—knows nothin’ abou’ —about ANYTHING? 53bs “Apa8eo Auepy ples cou woy yvqa iday, xsueak asayy [Je Wry Wor; 31 day aANOK Uy (Aaysing] ‘31 DAI] BOps[quing] Mes | ja19yy SEM | CUITY 494 149] SIOporquing] 419399] 9q} UI Sem JeYM WIY PJor JOAPN] CWI Pfo} 12AIU NOA, “aBer PIM pajquian ajqe[As Kiana sty ‘ayods pusey usym ‘wiy aae3 Mou puBep] Yoo] snowny ay} Jopun palienb aaey pmnom Aajsinq] vows, ue URW! J9ARIq Y 8uryyAue oq ay3 ]}93 01 NOK pio} | ils 2194 1YBU doag, ‘papueunUod ay jdors, “aD10A sty punoy Ajuappns uoUs2A 2[9UP] “Aljeuy pres ay cay Yad Jey MOUY OP Y>A, “outs paxopyimag & YIM Aurepy Bury “HEY si] YBnouys s1a8uy sty wes pusep] "MOU OP Yas ~~ MOU WOP Y>A, Aaya 219M ‘snowrey 1,u919M pep pue wnu AU — AW) cIeY A, Snowe, 24 nox “snompf a1,Xay} ‘uedUL |, ‘ples 94 pep pue unui 494 ynoge Mouy ysnW YX ang, Aue} ye ATpya pares pusepy “piquiimaqunyy, 2y!] papunos yey3 Suryzowos posodsiym ‘o[ed A19A suo pey oy ‘uOUWI2A >9UT) *pautoog 94 AF ISHN, “>pojdxa 03 jnoge sem dy JI se pryoo] pusepy KPHOM FELLA, | pyom swan wx ‘ppom Ly "ppOM snox “ueduL | ‘POM ano jnoqy, ‘ples pue puey siy poaem Ajduns pusepj ng pms pue syjeu op ‘mouy nod ‘ued |, ‘pres ay sBuIyy auos MOUY |, “peq 3,Uasom syzeul siy pue ‘Ife Joye ‘JOoyos 03 u90q peYy apf sey Iq e BuIOs sem siya IYZnoYy? Aue}y ANOS St#IHdOSOMUHd JHL ONY YLLOd AMYVH‘THE KEEPER OF THE KEYS ‘STOP! I FORBID YOU yelled Uncle Vernon in panic. Aunt Petunia gave a gasp of horror. ‘Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh,’ said Hagrid. ‘Harry — yer a wizard.’ There was silence inside the hut. Only the sea and the whistling wind could be heard. ‘m a what?’ gasped Harry. ‘A wizard, o' course,’ said Hagri ting back down on the sofa, which groaned and sank even lower, ‘an’ a thumpin' good'un, I'd say, once yeh've been trained up a bit. With a mum an’ dad like yours, what else would yeh be? An’ | reckon 's abou’ time yeh read yer letter.’ Harry stretched out his hand at last to take the yellowish envelope, addressed in emerald green to MrH. Potter, The Floor, Hut-on-the-Rock, The Sea. He pulled out the letter and read; HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sore., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards) Dear Mr Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 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